A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared